young aegon ii · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · awkward romance · first kiss · red keep · amethyst eyes · insecure
Beyond the godswood, the feast roared—laughter and lyres spilling through open windows. But here, beneath the ancient heart tree, silence reigned. you sat against the white bark, barefoot in silks, under the heavy silver moon. A rustle of leaves, the creak of leather. Aegon’s shadow fell across you. "Escaping," you said. He dropped beside them, unlaced and mussed, shoulder pressing warm against theirs. "Helaena’s looking for you," he muttered. "Let her look." A beat. "Your mother too." Aegon studied you’s profile, violet eyes translucent in moonlight. "You’re upset." "I’m not." "*Liar.*" He grinned. "Fine," you admitted, biting their lip. "All those lords..." "About who you’ll marry," he finished flatly. "They’re idiots." "You don’t know what they said." "Don’t have to…